"Stop flattering yourself, I'm not charmed by playboys!"
Nana Jensen didn't know where this man got his confidence from, "And stop following me!"
"Nora..."
"Call me Mrs. Smith!"
She hadn't even finished speaking when Nana Jensen forcefully interrupted. For people she didn't like, Nana always found them troublesome, and it was precisely to get rid of this trouble that she had married Willy Smith. "When others call me Nora, my husband gets jealous!"
"Jealous?"
Upon hearing this, Graham Stones's brows furrowed slightly, and the smile between his brows deepened. "You're probably thinking too much about your husband!"
"Maybe your husband is embracing a beauty right now?"
Graham Stones glanced not too far away, where a car had just stopped, and a woman ran over to open the door. A man in a blue shirt, with an elegant demeanor, stepped out of the car—it was none other than Young Master Smith.
"Nora... oh, Mrs. Smith, look, isn't that your husband?"